Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 808 Blasphemy
"Guess what?"

A sinister smile began to spread across Milo's face.

The illusory dream of the full moon shattered, and even though the Goddess of Tears had unlocked her divine status, she could not directly use her power at the Order level to obliterate Milo.

Now it's Milo's turn to take the lead.

He had peered into the memories of several undead Vovardos. Even though the memories that could be retained in the minds of each Vovardos before their death were blurred and fragmented, the sheer quantity of them meant that no matter how fragmented the memories were, Milo was still able to piece together a similar power of order.

Moreover, Milo still carries with him the corrupted faith power unique to the Worvados that was originally kept underground by the Nightweavers and later retrieved by the Nightweavers. Now that the Nightweavers have found a place of rest, that faith power did not transform into an insect, but instead chose Milo, who simultaneously possesses the fragmented memories of several generations of Worvados, just as the Nightweavers initially took the initiative to seek out Milo.

...

A cloak covering the face, burning red eyes, and green flames that seemed poised to devour the entire space at any moment.

It must be said that Nordens' son really has no ideas or creativity when it comes to color matching; the abstract combination of red and green is simply devoid of any aesthetic appeal.

But its advantage lies in the powerful sense of oppression emanating from the cyclical order.

That is a force powerful enough to monitor and deter all malice in outer space.

It is an order that is acknowledged to exist in the Southern Territory and even the entire Dreamland.

...

……

Of course, this is definitely not comparable to the real Vovados. As we all know, the last Vovados died in Hip-Hi Castle.

Dealing with a false goddess whose divine nature is incomplete and whose order is flawed does not seem to be a difficult task.

Especially since Milo was directly using the power of faith that originally belonged to Vovados.

"Bang!!!"

A vast expanse of ancient runes enveloped the entire island and the surrounding sea.

Milo skillfully wielded the fragmented order of Vovados, as if that power were something he was born with.

The gods assigned Vovados the duty of watching over those malevolent external deities, and coincidentally, the Three Ladies of Sorrow, being among the favored, served an external deity who was essentially also a malevolent one.

The relationship of restraint between the two forces is very clear.

...

"Borrowed things can never amount to anything."

The Goddess of Tears unleashed a torrent of power, attempting to break the order that Milo currently held in his hands.

His dream of the full moon has been shattered, so the method of killing Milo with rules and order has failed. Now, he can only rely on pure power to crush him.

"That's enough to beat you up."

The phantom of Vovados stood behind Milo.

The cloak, now spread out, transformed into ominous dark clouds, making it seem as if the real Vovadas had descended upon the land.

Deep in the Southern Reach, His order and shattered faith, stirred by Milo, erupted in a final burst of fervor.

The divine power of the Goddess of Tears clashed completely with the order of the Watchers.

Green flames and chaos converge between the sky and the sea to form a towering structure. All matter and energy down to the particle level are constantly annihilated in the collision, tearing open cracks in space and creating many strange sights that are impossible to see with the naked eye.

...

……

And the other side.

The Goddess of Sighs paid no attention to the terrifying collision on Milo's side.

He lightly lifted his heels and took a few steps, arriving at the border of Nanwei City.

At this moment, Yan, who was being manipulated, followed closely behind Him.

For the three ladies, the will to kill Enid was paramount.

As the Goddess of Sighs was about to step into the boundary of the Nanwei City passage, an identical figure of the goddess appeared in every direction along the edge of the passage.

These are all targets that Yan was previously unable to attack.

They are all just illusions.

His power is rooted in the heart, and all Yan can see is the shadow that the goddess of sighs presents to his heart.

Now that they were about to enter Nanwei City, He finally revealed His true form.

...

But it was at this moment.

The gray tinge in Yan's eyes, who was following behind Him, suddenly faded.

Caught off guard, Yan's hands pierced her ribs from behind, penetrating her torso.

"laugh……"

...

The goddess of sighs is very tall and strong, even taller than Freya.

But at this moment, His tall figure was firmly restrained by Yan, who looked much smaller.

The hands that had pierced his body gripped his ribs and internal organs.

Just before the goddess could retaliate in her fury, Yan pulled out what he was holding from under her ribs on both sides!

"Speaking of which, one of my many titles was 'The One Who Is Not Awakened by Dreams,' hehe."

Mind control, dream manipulation, and seduction—all such methods are based on deceiving the victim's inner world to achieve the goal of control. Yan is not immune to being deceived; he is simply adept at escaping, both physically and mentally.

...

The goddess of sighs had her internal organs and broken ribs torn out.

He felt unprecedented pain and humiliation.

Without unlocking and releasing divinity like the Goddess of Tears, this level of trauma would be fatal to Him.

"what!!!"

Around the same time that the Goddess of Sighs screamed after being attacked, the Goddess of Tears cried out in terror from the raging storm of order behind them.

Their bodies and souls were severely damaged in a short period of time.

Far beyond this sea, all the believers in the Three Goddess Faith Territory, led by Salalen, were struck as if by lightning. Terrified, they wept bitterly, some even descending into madness. Meanwhile, in the storm deep south…

Milo is greedily absorbing all the nourishment of fear born from the hearts of the believers in the Three Goddesses.

The left wing of the Goddess of Tears was shattered, and she knelt on the ground in a sorry state. She could not possibly be a match for the Watcher, Vovados. Even if it was only the remnants of its order, it was ultimately not something that a mere favored false god who manipulated dreams could shake.

At that moment, Milo's boot landed on the shoulder of the Goddess of Tears.

The posture was blasphemous, the expression disdainful.

A vast, chaotic fear emanated from the soul of the Goddess of Tears, transforming into a thick, black fluid that seeped into every pore of Milo's body.

He looked up and exhaled a breath of stale air.

"call……"

The dark, illusory figure belonging to Vovados behind him was slowly receding.

This may be the last time the Watcher can exert his remaining power. His era has ended, the cycle of reincarnation has been severed, and Milo has completely squandered his corrupted faith power in this battle against the Goddess of Tears.

But Milo was satisfied with the result.

At least we won.

Unfortunately, something in the dark seemed to be preventing him from killing the old hag in front of him.

That was something unknown that he could neither see clearly nor understand.

...

Those in positions of power are such a headache.

Even if you defeat your opponent, it will be difficult to kill them completely.

These ancient beings, who have lived for countless years, first addressed the issue of lifespan when they attained their respective divine status.

Even things like the Son of Ig and the Blade of Law, which aren't even considered superior beings, are difficult to kill completely.

In the dream world, death seems like a joke, bearing none of the heavy weight of the waking world...

...

"Ah…"

"Ignorant people always... defy fate with a single obsession."

"Your soul is utterly unworthy of the power in your hands."

"You schemed against the gods, yet you didn't eliminate them completely. Who do you think you are? You lowly bastard! What right do you have to ruin this grand plan that took millions of years to come?"

"Twice and again, cowardice! Ignorance!"

"You think you're fighting? Protecting?"

"Let me tell you, you couldn't protect the world of the awakened, and you can't protect the legacy of this city left by the dream weaver either!"

"We have already shown you enough mercy by simply erasing the will of the dreamer."

"It's your own stubbornness that's the problem!"

"Now, that city and everything in it will perish because of you."

"The last trace of this era of the Awakened World will be completely erased!!"

...

Snapped!
When the Goddess of Tears was trampled underfoot and howled in a rage of impotence, Milo simply and decisively slapped her across the face.

This slap carried no power of fear, nor was it imbued with the fire of sin; it was utterly harmless, yet extremely humiliating.

"Shut your stinking mouth, you old geezer."

He grabbed one of the Goddess of Tears' ears and used his other hand to gouge out her eyeballs, a method that was extremely cruel.

Instead of getting the eyeballs out, they tore off the ears of the Goddess of Tears by the roots.

"Ok?"

Then he muttered to himself:
"Oh, my OCD."

Swish!
They also tore off His other ear.

"what!!!!!"

A sharp wail instantly pierced the sky.

His already flawed divinity became even more flawed at this moment.

However, Milo has no intention of stopping yet.

“You old bastards, I will repay you for everything you’ve done to Enid, one by one, and none of you will escape.”

Bang!
Therefore, the most down-to-earth beating is the best way to vent anger.

Nothing beats the catharsis of stomping on someone's head with the soles of your feet.

As the Goddess of Tears said, Milo is a vile and foolish soul, and he can only vent his anger through such low-level beatings.

Conversely, the most profound blasphemy and insult to the lofty deities is precisely the return to the basics of stepping on their heads, verbally abusing them, and spitting on them...

...

"OI! Stop! Stop! Look at my work!"

Yan's voice suddenly entered Milo's mind.

At this moment, the energy turbulence around them had dissipated, and the phantom of Vovados had completely disappeared.

In the opposite direction from the source of the sound, Yan had been hung upside down without his noticing.

A very thin straight line ran through his chest, one end hanging high in the air, the other end originating from a clay pot in a girl's arms.

The girl was about twelve or thirteen years old, with a face as pale as a vampire.

The earthenware pot exuded a heavy aura of death.

...

It seems the third lady, who had been absent for some time, has finally appeared.

(End of this chapter)